Adam Hudson, a 29 year old storyteller

Cirasios was totally beat after pushing open the door into Ye Olde Trouser Snake Tavern. It ain’t easy serving under Her Majesty’s Defense League. All he needed was a nice, cold glass of ale with an extra serving of peace and quiet.

Unfortunately, this was Syredia, the seaside capital of Mermouthia. And if it wasn’t the locals causing trouble for the refugees, it was constant influx of refugees themselves tryin’ to find a better home after the Demon Lord’s invasion. Lots of papers to cross-examine, lots of spies aching to get through.

It wasn’t a fun job, to say the least.

Cirasios was a centaur, sporting a plaid black-over-red flannel shirt, a comb over haircut, and a thick glorious beard.

Looking around, the Tavern itself was dimly lit, dotted with a few patrons, primarily monster girls, with two human men from the New World.

Like most New Worlders, both of the human men were absolutely adored by the monster girls. Hell, one of ‘em was a mimic acting as a bench for the lucky sob, caressing his chin and laughing merrily with five other girls. Each chugged a glistening mug of ale, loudly bantering with each other. Hmph, guess a quiet night out is off the table.

“Hey buddy, bro…!” A pause, “… I love yer fuckin’ beard.” One of the human men shouted out, pointing his index finger at Cirasios in a friendly manner.

“Heh, thanks.” He briefly responded.

Cirasios knew a handful of New Worlders. Mostly male, dumb, horny. A few semi-skilled, mostly brought over under sponsorship from a guild or wealthy businessman. He never figured out why they’d leave the comfort of their world in exchange for one under constant threat of the Demon Lord.

I doubt this one is any different…

“Never seen ya ‘round the Tavern. You must be new ‘round here. Name’s Cirasios.” The centaur offered a friendly nod, crossing his arms.

The New Worlder shrugged, “Name’s Adam.” He returned the nod, “Ah, you’d be surprised.” He began stroking the shoulder of a monster girl - a cat-girl, to be precise - adjacent to him before continuing, “Been livin’ in Syredia for about 2 years now. I fuckin’ love your world, man. Hella dangerous at times, but I’unno, feel more at home here than, well… ‘back home’, if you get what I mean.”

“Is that so, Adam?” Cirasios grinned wide, taking a seat close to the New Worlder and his doting compatriots. It was a black or white case with lots of New Worlders. Either they’d fit in just right or - after dozens of escapades with the local monster girls - become disillusioned after throwing their whole lives away just for sex.

“Hell yeah! Wasn’t easy gettin’ to Mermouthia neither.” A pause. “Got my fair share of stories, too.”

The centaur cocked a brow, glancing at the monster girls, before fixing his gaze back at Adam.

“At first you had my curiosity…” Cirasios said, waving over the bartender and ordering a new round of ale for Adam, “… but now you have my attention.”